He.The look in his eyes as he spoke.
I know deep down inside he wants to be part of us.
Why did things turn out the way they are now?
Words being thrown at each other, killing the spark of hope that could bring us together
It is so difficult to say “I love you” so that things could go back to the way they are?
Maybe there isn’t a “back-to-the-way-they are” because there wasn’t even one to being with...
The look in his eyes as he spoke.
I wished deep down inside he was a part of us.